So...things have been happening in the world of Sefa...not good things at that. At least I can still write this though, it could have gone a lot worse. You keep telling yourself that me dear, one day you might start believing it...at least it wasn't your own fault this time, or at least it were only partly your own fault. Could have been worse...could have been worse...could have been worse...
I don't know who the woman was, I never really got a good look at her face and when I did I was either too drunk or in too much pain to care. Oh, I'll start the tale from the begining shall I? I'll start it how every other of my tales always begins...I was drunk! Too drunk to care or to think straight. For some reason when I met a friendly merchant heading to Trestlebridge the idea of having a ride on his cart seemed like such a good idea. Just like old times I thought - drunk and riding on a randomers cart, what more could I want? It was only when I got to Trestlebridge that things started to go amiss. For starters I wondered off and before I knew it I was completeley lost in the countryside someplace and I was running out of ale. Add to that, all the locals thought I were some sort of freak and wouldn't let me buy any more ale...
Anyways, I were lost and had just finished me last ale when I saw this woman in the middle of the path. I say woman, I don't know what she were really. Anway, I saw her and before I knew it she were shooting arrows at me for no obvious reason. Before I know it, we're fighting and she's winning. Then there was a lot of pain and me memory goes fuzzy...I do however remember the look of triumph in her eyes as she turned to walk off, a knife in one hand, my finger in the other...and then I were swept into the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness.
Next thing I know I'm in a tent and some elf maidens are gazing at me anxiously. Me memory is so patchy but I'm not sure I want to remember much about that time...there were just a lot of pain and it were all I could do to make coherent speach - as if I don't have trouble enough with that at the best of times. I know I passed out a lot, I know I thought I were dreaming and I know that whether waking or unconscious, I were always in pain.
Then I were sat down and there were music which made me heart melt and then sleep or unconsciousness again...I don't know which...probably both at once. I spent about a week in Trestlebridge and then there were a painful journey down. This were not a good experience, none of it. Even when me leg were at its height of pain it were never as horrible as this...still haven't told anyone about me finger yet, not sure I can face it...
It could have been worse...it could have been worse...it could have been worse....
